In any case, I started helping our trainees to zero their new guns because to appease the General's mind, not only did he give his son a new toy to play with, but he also gave everyone else a new set of pew-pews and stabby-stabs just to make sure they had the means to protect themselves—but most importantly, to protect his treasured son.
'Why don't he come himself if he's this worried?'
They had 4 AR-15s, 2 M70s, and 2 Remmington 870s with 4 Glock 17s and 4 M1911s paired with a fresh K-Bar knife, a utility belt, and a chest rig. Furthermore, they were also given a fresh set of gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, and military boots—and a 'tacticool' helmet that had every random shit on it.
JP was the only one that looked familiar with their gear and everyone else looked like they were wearing someone else's skin.
I walked over to Ruben who was having a hard time wearing his helmet that had NVGs strapped at the front, "The sun's out, my guy… You can—"
